color blind criticism

Colin Powell was considered by many to be the front runner for the Republican presidential nomination in 1996 until withdrawing after his wife, Alma, publicly voiced her fear on 60 Minutes that he would be assassinated on the basis of his race.

Hillary Clinton, in a major campaign faux pas, brought the subject back to the forefront when, on May 23, 2008, in response to the question of why she had not bowed out of the Democratic primary race despite Barack Obama's clear status as the presumptive nominee said, "We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California."

Oops.

Barack Obama has steered clear of the "A" word but not from the idea that race will be used against him. Just a few days ago in a speech in Jacksonville, Florida, he said:

It is going to be very difficult for Republicans to run on their stewardship of the economy or their outstanding foreign policy. We know what kind of campaign they're going to run. They're going to try to make you afraid. They're going to try to make you afraid of me. He's young and inexperienced and he's got a funny name. And did I mention he's black?

Ouch.

I hope that Obama is wrong. And I think he is, though maybe I'm being naive.

Here's what I hope and pray is true of America at this moment in our history; I hope and pray we are color blind enough to ...

■ vote for or against a man - or woman - no matter what his or her race;
■ affirm or criticize a candidate no matter what his or her race; and
■ when a person so follows his or her conscience in voting, affirming or criticizing, we not accuse them of racism.

If Obama wants to woo the hearts of swing voters in the face of real or perceived prejudice, he could take a page from Ronald Reagan's game plan to turn a negative into a positive. When asked (again and again) if it was legitimate to make age an election issue, in a debate with Walter Mondale, he said:

I will not make age an issue of this campaign. I am not going to exploit for political purposes my opponent's youth and inexperience.

Major League Baseball: "What I Learned About Competition from the Globetrotters"

In 2006 the Harlem Globetrotters got win # 22 thousand. At one point they won 8,829 straight games from 1971 to 1985. In 1948-49 they beat the NBA champion Minneapolis Lakers two years in a row, which was a major factor in integrating the NBA. But most of their wins have come against a "stooge" team, most owned by Red Klotz, which appeared as the Boston Shamrocks, New Jersey Reds, Baltimore Rockets, or the Atlantic City Seagulls.

Legends like Meadow Lark Lemon, Curly Neal, and Sweatwater Clifton are from a long ago era, but amazingly, the team founded by Abe Saperstein in 1926 is still touring and entertaining the world.

Yes, the Globetrotters have steadfastly claimed that their "exhibition" games were competitive, but everyone knows better. The games have been the backdrop for one of the most enduring and entertaining comedy sketches of all time.

The NBA is contending with charges that the league encouraged referees to "affect" the outcomes of certain playoff games. Anyone who watched Game 6 of the 2002 playoff series between Los Angeles and Sacramento has not problem believing that to be true, though the greatest mystery of the game was probably Shaq hitting 75% of his free throws. And anyone who watched Jeff Van Gundy, now an ESPN-ABC announcer, explain that he didn't mean what he said when he said that very thing as Coach of the Houston Rockets, knows how awkward that topic is for those with a vested interest in protecting a league that is supposedly competitive first and entertaining second.


But returning to the subject of my previous blog, Major League Baseball, and as response to the defenders of this spectacular of beauty, grace, intelligence, and sportsmanship, I would simply say that the numbers don't lie. The league lacks competitive balance due to the vast gulf between what clubs can afford to pay for talent. Unlike the NFL, the singularly healthy professional sports league in the United States, there is not a revenue sharing plan that means owners and general managers don't have to be skilled talent evaluators and traders to build a great team, but rather they simply outbid the have-nots to amass all-star teams on a single roster.

Sure, there are exceptions to the rule and low-payroll teams have a Cinderella year and the high pay-roll clubs have an off year (cough ... New ... cough ... York ... cough ... Yankees ...). But a quick scan of the 2008 payroll figures is a pretty good indicator of how this season will end.

1 Yankees $209,081,579
2 Tigers $138,685,197 (a surprise spender, up from 9th in '07)
3 Mets $138,293,378 $117,915,819 $20,377,559
4 Red Sox $133,440,037
5 White Sox $121,152,667
6 Angels $119,216,333
7 Cubs $118,595,833 (when you are cursed, does it matter how much you spend?)
8 Dodgers $118,536,038
9 Mariners $117,993,982
10 Braves $102,424,018
11 Cardinals $100,624,450
12 Blue Jays $98,641,957
13 Phillies $98,269,881
14 Astros $88,930,415
15 Brewers $81,004,167
16 Indians $78,970,067
17 Giants $76,904,500
18 Reds $74,277,695
19 Padres $73,677,617
20 Rockies $68,655,500
21 Rangers $68,239,551
22 Orioles $67,196,248
23 Diamondbacks $66,202,713
24 Twins $62,182,767
25 Royals $58,245,500
26 Nationals $54,961,000
27 Pirates $49,365,282
28 A's $47,967,126
29 Rays $43,820,598
30 Marlins $21,836,500

Dog Days of Summer: I Lost That Loving Feeling

Yes, the dog days of summer are here. That means basketball, a winter sport indigenous to the U.S., is just starting their championship series. And that hockey, another winter sport, but this one transplanted to frigid regions of the U.S. like Phoenix, Dallas, Atlanta, and LA, just crowned a new champion. But as the seconds tick off on the NBA Series between the Lakers and the Celtics, what it really means is that we're officially entering the dead period before football season starts.

Some sports purists just sat up a little straighter. Say what? Don't you know it's baseball season!

True. Baseball is still America's pastime, particularly if you live in Boston or NYC and can outspend the rest of the league (combined) in the quest for tactical superiority and garnering every spot on the All Star team. But football is America's passion. And so for the rest of us, excluding St. Louis fans who support their Cards no matter what, Chicago some years (or for certain proud masochistic Cubs fans, every year), and one Cinderella-story elsewhere in America, we just don't care. Sure, we'll watch a game or two before the season is over, but the second game depends on whether women's bowling or billiards (or some combination of those two sports) is in reruns yet.

Just for context, I didn't grow up with anything but love for baseball. I was born in Dayton, Ohio, about 45 miles north of Cincinnati, and was there when the Big Red Machine terrorized opposing pitchers. (My rookie year as a 5-year-old fan at old Crosley Field was Pete Rose's rookie year as a player.) I was in Kansas City for most of the George Brett era and attended a minimum of 20-something games a year.

But something happened. It's not just that the clubs I like started losing. You expect success to be cyclical in sports, unless you're a Cubs fan, of course. (Sorry for that second gratuitous shot at the Cubbies in one article.) With the explosion of free agency, I discovered I didn't know half the guys on "my team" from one season to the next. I could have lived with some rebuilding years with a young exciting roster of "our guys", but once-proud franchises like the Royals and Reds became development squads for the deep pocketed coastal teams. Throw in a couple of strikes, including one that accomplished something that not even Adolf Hitler and Nazi Germany could pull off -- shutting down a World Series -- and I was gone as a fan. I think forever.

So you're pretty mad at baseball? You probably think I'm a hater. Nope. The problem is not that I got mad at baseball but that I simply stopped caring a decade ago. And despite publicity gimmicks like the Red Sox winning the World Series and biannual Congressional Steroids hearings, I've lost that loving feeling.

It might be Kevin Garnett with a follow up monster jam or Kobe Bryant with an acrobatic mid-air spin move with a reverse lay up that ends the NBA Finals. But whoever does it sometime in the next 10 days or so, all I can say is it's almost time for football!

Farewell Cinderella: A Father's Love for His Daughter

Oh I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'cause all too soon the clock
will strike midnight
and she'll be gone

About a year ago we got a call from a local Nashville music agent. He wanted to tell us about a new song written by Steven Curtis Chapman called Cinderella and to discuss the idea of a gift book by that same name. We absolutely loved the song and the concept and last January released Cinderella: The Love of a Daddy and His Princess to coincide with the radio release of the song.

I had the air knocked out of me on the way to work this morning when I received a call with the news that Steven's youngest daughter, Maria, was killed in a tragic accident last night.

It's been hard not to be tearful today -- and I haven't succeeded. First of all I'm a father and I can't begin to imagine the heartache Steven and his family are experiencing right now. As a publisher, I know he poured his heart into the words of the song and the pages of the book. A major inspiration for the lyrics was Steven and his wife Mary Beth's profound love for their children -- and all children. They founded Shaohannah's Hope, a foundation that assists families hoping to adopt with information and financial grants -- and named after the first daughter they brought into their family from China. Maria, the youngest, was also adopted from China and her beautiful smiling face sparkles throughout the book.

The name of Steven's latest album is This Moment ... and at a moment like this, I wish I had words of wisdom. There simply are none. St. Paul said that the only things that endure are faith, hope, and love, and never is that more evident than in a moment like this. Our deepest prayers and love are with the Chapmans.

Farewell Cinderella.

A Mother's Gift

I've never been a big Elvis fan. I was a teen in the 70s when Elvis was heavy, wore white jump suits with tassels, and was a Vegas act. He did have a couple hits in the 70s, like Kentucky Rain, which I kind of liked, but then again, so did Paul Anka and Sammy Davis, Jr. (I actually hated Candy Man.)

I received a manuscript a couple weeks ago from a music entertainment author who I represented in my agenting days. He wrote a memoir with Lamar Fike, one of the "Memphis Mafia" members who made up Elvis's lifelong entourage. Lamar was a fixture in the Presley household long before Elvis became a one-named superstar. He was present at many crucial moments in Elvis's life, including the death of his mother. I did a sneak peek at the manuscript and the following short passage jumped out at me, though it may be common knowledge to Presley aficionados --

After Gladys died in 1958, I found that Elvis had lost his moral compass, and for that matter Vernon did too. Whatever sense of innocence that the Presley household had while Gladys was alive, was suddenly tossed out the window. Suddenly Vernon was able to break up a married woman’s happy home, and Elvis was free to sexually cavort with a far-from-innocent underage girl named Priscilla Beaulieu.

Our thoughts on Mother's Day tend to turn sentimental as we remember the sweet things about motherhood. Fike's words are a nice reminder that one of the greatest blessings a mom can bestow on her children is a moral compass, not always a sweet and easy business. For me, it's not that I always followed that compass during my teen years and other moments in my life, but growing up with prayer and countless readings through a battered blue edition of Egermeier's Bible Story Book, I was never able to forget that a compass pointing to matters that mattered was there.

So if there were a few things you didn't get to do because your mom said no and maybe went so far as to put you on a guilt trip, say thanks anyway, from the bottom of your heart. And whether you're a mom or dad with kids in the home, even if it'd be more fun to just be popular and let them figure out everything on their own, make sure you give them a compass that they can use when they need to find their way home.

The Problem With Young People Today!

What kind of future can America expect as the "Millennials" enter adulthood and the workforce? (Albeit a couple years later than people of my generation did!) Kind of scary isn't it what with their self absorption, their demand to be entertained, and their overall cavalier attitude towards morals, traditions, and the things in life that really matter?

What's a society to do? And in my case, what's a parent to do with four millennials of my own? (I'm not sure what to call my two kids who are still at home.)

I'm glad I'm not the only one keeping a wary and vigilant eye on this troubling demographic in the American landscape.

WASHINGTON, March 30 (UPI) -- Young Americans have a reverence for national institutions, traditions and family values, a U.S. survey indicates. A survey of so-called "millennials" -- those between 21 and 29 -- revealed the group over-whelmingly said they support monogamy, marriage, the U.S. Constitution and the military, The Washington Times reported.

"We were completely surprised. There has been a faulty portrayal of millennials by the media -- television, films, news, blogs, everything. These people are not the self-entitled, coddled slackers they're made out to be. Misnomers and myths about them are all over the place," said Ann Mack, who directed the survey and is the official "director of trend-spotting" at J. Walter Thompson, the nation's largest advertising agency.

In addition to indicating 94 percent of millennials respect monogamy and parenthood and 84 percent revere marriage, the survey found 88 percent said they respect the U.S. Constitution, 84 percent respect the military and more than three-quarters believe in the "American dream."

There it is. The proof I was looking for. Now I can state unequivocally, without any doubt or hesitation whatsoever, what's wrong with young adults today. And it starts with that attitude of theirs. Namely, it just might be a whole lot better than that of my generation!